Since the beginning of time most people have chosen to be wash their clothes every so often, and for those that haven’t I would rather not discuss them in detail. In the past, women have traditionally gone to the local watering hole to wash and dry her families’ weekly laundry. This was also when women often took time to socialize and gossip with other women. However, since then the washer and dryer has been invented and people no longer need to do their laundry in a nearby stream instead they go to the Laundromat. In the twenty-first century usually students, travelers, or the less fortunate are the ones who typically use the laundromat. Occasionally the wealthy might be spotted there if the need arises to wash their king size comforter (because it won’t fit in their brand new Kenmore). Since I’m a college student and I’m not able to do my laundry at home any longer, I have chosen to go down to the local laundromat. The idea of this first time experience excited me. I envisioned the typical Laundromat stereotype something you would likely see in a movie: meeting the love of my life, finding my long lost twin, or maybe even finding a winning lottery ticket in they dryer. I doubted I would have such an extreme experience, but was ready for an interesting afternoon (plus I would least get to check out cute college guys and, if nothing else, get two weeks of laundry out of the way). Before I even reached the laundromat my adventure had already begun. Reaching my car